On Goals and Motivation: The beautiful thing about goals is that you can always achieve them and make new ones, the possibilities are endless, and you have a lifetime to keep going. When I was a kid, I read this book about this really old man who decided to go to school and teach himself how to read. It was really inspiring. He could’ve decided to stay home and been embarrassed or made himself sick with worry on what others would think of him. I think a lot on our battle with these inner demons and realize that at the end of the day, our biggest challenge in any goal is overcoming our own mentality and insecurities. They could be something as apparent as being in a wheelchair or having a stutter, they could also be secrets of our past that we’ve buried deep but still influence our daily thought process, and seep into our choices and actions in life like poison.
Goals can be big or small.
My smaller goals lately have been mostly to aim at realism. I want to make goals I can achieve more immediately- cooking new kinds of food, learning a new language, focusing on building my mentality and body. All of these are goals as long as you chip at it each day and work towards it, they aren’t less valuable or successful than typical dreams like becoming rich or becoming a movie star. The hugest part of reshaping my mentality the past recent years was to becomes strong enough to go through the lung transplant evaluations that I knew were leading down to a path of not a maybe, but an eventually. I had many meltdowns at night and at the hospitals because the fear was always hanging over me, my anxiety became so bad I freaked out at the very idea of sitting in someone else’s car or trying to fall asleep. It felt like the world was weighing down on me when anyone even tried to make me talk about it: because I could get away with it sometimes, I wanted to shove the parts of me that was ill away and try to carry on looking fine and dandy and blend in with the “norm”. I was determined to live the life of a regular kid, to worry about friends, boys, and all the petty drama that came with it, handing my paper in on time, getting a job.
I need to take a moment now and appreciate myself and the fact that I went through that and got through it in 2017. I don’t often reflect on how far I come, I usually focus on what didn’t work out.
Recently, one of my goals was to go through Harry Potter World in a wheelchair for the first time, and not break down. Check. Huge win for me, even though it’s not the same as everyone clapping and cheering for you on stage or something like that.
When I think of this and all that I went through, I almost want to laugh at how petty everything else compares in life: when I get frustrated or disappointed with people, stressed over things I don’t have, and most of all, finding out how entitled and weird people are out there that you come across at your job. I remember being annoyed and complaining about it, but the truth was I felt happy. Happy that today, I got to be “normal” and complain about petty things like other people who don’t really matter in your life anyway. It’s just noise. Letting things get to you and affect you negatively is draining- you gotta choose what is important and worth being stressed over. This is something my dad has constantly reminded me growing up about not being too sensitive or upset over everything.
There are always going to be situations and people who suck. You can’t go through life only meeting nice and good people, never getting hurt – and I don’t mean just by strangers or acquaintances, but the people closest to you sometimes – yes, your friends, your family. But that’s how you learn and grow each time. Who other people are, what you can reasonably expect, how you can deal with the situation better, how you yourself can be better.
I had an epiphany recently, and that was the realization of just how low my self confidence has been. I always knew I was shy and reluctant to open up to others, but I was thinking about how I subconsciously approached my friendships I’ve had in a way as if they were not only valuable to me, but that I owed them the world for taking the pity and time to be my friend at all. As if I brought nothing to the friendship, and had to spend the rest of my life trying to prove that I am worthy of being a friend. I tried to be more extroverted, bubbly, happy, to smile and be more fun. To go out of my way when I could for them so they wouldn’t see my flaws. And when it didn’t work out with the friendship, it cut me deep. To the core. I would be resentful with them, disappointed that they must’ve seen that I didn’t measure up and was too much of a burden.
- There is a difference between understanding who is precious in your life, but also understanding your self-worth and all that you contribute with your presence and actions. As from the movie “Wonder”, it’s okay if you were born to be different and to stand out. Embrace it. You are worthy of friendships, and as long as you try your best and care for them, they are lucky to have you.
- True confidence comes from within. Today I came to the revelation about how regular people can walk 5-10 times more than I can at 2-5 times the speed and still don’t get tired…. how do you not feel fucking invincible?? I would. My second revelation… if you can feel at peace and accepting about yourself even as you sit in a wheelchair with no make up on as a bunch of people you know stare at you and question you, then you’re still fucking invincible. (I haven’t reached this point of invincibility yet ._.;)
- I used to think of a strong mind as a fortress, one that can protect itself from negativity, and barricade positive vibes within. But now I think of a strong mind more as a temple- why? Let the negativity enter, sit there even. And STILL be able to have your positive vibes rise up higher than all the noise- this is what constitutes a strong mind.
“All that shit will feel petty when you feel pretty” -Dumbfoundead